The day after my 21st birthday, a couple friends and I thought it was a good idea to go paint-balling. So we caravaned out into the woods to this place ran by a guy who insisted on being called "Sarge". We waited around for more people to show up, and show up they did- an Asian gang. He set all of us up with our guns, sighted them in, and split us up into teams; basically, us against the Asians. He sent them out into the woods first and held us back to give us a pep talk. "They might have superior numbers, but you guys have the advantage of superior weaponry and tactics. Go in there and take 'em out." We're kinda looking at each other like WTF??? This guy's nuts. SO off we go.
There's this little town set up in the woods that they're defending...... we split up into a half circle and start going in. My pal Lyn and I are pinned down behind a woodpile, about 25 feet away from this house that 3 of the opposition are in. I tell Lyn that on the count of three, I'm making a run for the window and he needs to cover me. 1... 2.... 3..... off I go. Paintballs are whizzing by from both directions as I'm running toward the house, I jump and dive through the window, grabbing this little rafter on my way through to swing myself in. I shoot all of 'em and yell at Lyn to join me.
He comes in and looks at me with this huge smile on his face. "I don't know how you made it, that was cool." And we're kinda laughing about it for a minute while we wait for the rest of our team. He looks down at the ground for some reason, and says, "Is that blood??" I look, and sure enough it is. From me. There's blood pooling on the ground and running down my gun. What the hell? I look at my hand..... yeah that's where it's coming from. When I dove through the window, I had the gun in my left hand and grabbed the rafter with my right. Apparently there was a nail on the rafter. It tore my middle finger open from the second knuckle down to the first, about a quarter of an inch from there, it got me again, then about halfway down my palm, got me again, then in the meaty part of the palm where the thumb's at, got me again. Blood was just streaming off of my hand. Shit.
I let Sarge know that I'm wounded, he takes a look at me and says "Fuck. Let's go." Back to the main area we go....... and he starts yelling at his wife. "GODDAMMIT I'VE GOT SOMEONE WOUNDED HERE, GET THE FUCK OUT HERE AND TAKE CARE OF THIS!" My eyes get wide. He looks at me again and says, "You get bandaged and get the fuck back out there!" My eyes get wider as I'm thinking to myself, 'what the hell is wrong with this guy??' Then he's yelling at his wife again- "HAVE YOU GOT THAT FUCKING FIRST AID KIT YET??? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??" And I'm just thinking to myself, 'he's going to hit her if she doesn't get a fucking move-on' but he ends up NOT hitting her.
I get all bandaged up and finish the day off... it kicked ass.
Cliffs:
1. BigNev asks for details
2. I give details.
3. I've still got a scar and limited range of motion from injury
4. ...
5. profit?